As if I didn’t have enough theatre in. my life, I went to read about it too. But to be fair, not just any theatre, The Lyceum theatre in London. The place that has witnessed its share of greatness, the place one devotedly managed by Bram Stoker. Yeah, that guy, the only ordinary person to legitimately reach immortality through vampirism. But first, he was a mere Dublin clerk, whisked away on a promise of an adventurous and challenging employment to London by Lyceum’s star and impresario. Thus began a decades long professional and personal relationship that was unbalanced, emotionally abusive and often frustrating, but nevertheless it changed the lives of both men. And yes, it was technically a love triangle with Ellen Terry, the most famous actress of her time, but Stoker was much too meek and proper to ever act upon it, so it was a wildly uneven triangle at best. Stoker was also married, but then they all were, Stoker’s wife seemed pretty great, actually, but he was much too dedicated to his job to be a proper spouse, all his eggs were in that theatre basket. Well, maybe a few eggs went to his writing, but that was never appreciated in his lifetime, not by anyone. In fact, irony of ironies (unless I’m using it wrong and it’s something other entirely) is that only the age of cinema brought Dracula to popular attention that theatre failed to do. The fact that Stoker’s widow was industrious enough to sue the first unofficial adaptation for copyright and win certainly helped. This was the kind of woman that Stoker has all but outright neglected during their long marriage in favor of chasing dreams of camaraderie and glitz. Strange man. And if you think this book will help you get to know him more…well, it might, but not a lot. There are physical descriptions (he was a fitness fanatic), there are descriptions of his work, there are a lot of descriptions, but none of them really convey the mystery of Stoker. The closest you get is to understanding the man is by understanding his magnum opus’ origins, this is something the book excels at and Dracula fans will get a lot of enjoyment out of all the easter eggs throughout the novel, obvious and otherwise. Because it is a fascinating thing…for a seemingly ordinary man to produce such an extraordinary story. So for that alone it’s worth a read. Other than that, well it’s certainly interesting for historical fiction fans, there are a lot of details of the time, real events, etc. The writing’s good, but not especially dynamic. I didn’t care for the constant shifts of narrative, change of tenses and perspectives seems overutilized and unnecessary. The description makes the book seem somewhat more exciting than it actually was, in fact the book is quite subdued, which, for a book set mostly in the wildly unsubdued environment that theatre is, almost odd. Stoker was presented as such a mild man, positively milquetoast, all his passions simmering quietly buried. Was it really the case? And so much homoerotic innuendo. Was that really the case? But at any rate, I enjoyed it enough. Some things more than others. Thanks Netgalley.